The Rig

Ezra Crowe, a grizzled, half-mad old rig hand, known for drunken rants and forgotten birthdays, is found dead one fog-laden morning

He slips during a stormy shift and is seen tumbling over the railing by two crewmen. A body is never recovered, just his tattered coat snagged on a steel beam below. Mourned? Not really. He was unreliable, irresponsible... forgotten. But then people start vanishing.

One crushed under a rigged valve. Another "falls" into the dark sea with their boots laced shut.

And then there's Callum, an underpaid, tired, and barely noticed right-hand. He slowly realized Ezra never died. He faked it. Disappeared into the belly of the rig, the rusted guts where even rats fear to tread, and now he's meting out his own brand of justice for secrets long buried: embezzlement, cover-ups... betrayal that cost lives years ago.